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gawne - flibbity hibbity lyrics
[verse]
so a lot of people said that my last record ain’t no diss
well, mama ain’t raise no b_tch
i’ma come back on you like i’m thanos with the gauntlet
you the gawd, but i’m the one with the halo rings…
uh, and you the new blueface
rapping off beat like he was bobby boucher
m_m_m_mama said! water boy
got his whole fan base in his hand drinking that kool_aid
now i’m bout to go flbbity hibbity
l.o.l. j.k
just because i rap like an ak doesn’t mean i can’t slow it down
and murder you at your own game, old man
you’re almost 28, i’m 23
by the time i’m your age, i’ma be bigger than the youtube scene
while you gon’ be a no name
backpack rapping for the “love of the d_mn game”
you wanted smoke? i’m the propane
hit him with that profane, k!ll him quick, send his ass to probate
you about as potent as cocaine
if the sh_t was low_grade, yeah i been a d_ck, like the pope’s name
you never want a luke gawne rap
i don’t gotta brag just to prove that fact
someone give seconds his juul pod back
’cause if he tries to smoke me, i’ll make his lungs turn black
facts, you know i go ham
they need to let him know he’s a walking dead man…
’cause i don’t need a plan, all i gotta do is get up on the mic
and talk about that mo’e’_f_cking headband!
you lookin’ like naruto, teenage mutant
stupid mo’e’_f_cker, i smoke him like charcoal
lookin’ like lebron with the headband when he couldn’t make a three_point shot
i could do the sh_t with my left hand
married to the game, no best man
me, myself and i, i’ma weapon
murder any rapper who was thinkin’ about steppin’
that includes this b_tch, little vi seconds!
six, five, four, three, two
when it hits one, just know that you’re through
i got you in my scopes and you gon’ need more
than a beanie cap to cover your head when i shoot!
take the nose ring off
shizzy done went and got a s_x change, dog
how you gonna claim you the battle rap god
when this motherf_cker went and got his br__sts enlarged?
i told you not to test me, dawg
why does sh_t always have to get mess? ah!
my last round seemed not to impress you all
but this round, i’m making you my last name, seconds is gone!
b_tch, i’m the king, like i’m kong!
dropping the bomb, because i put the kim in the jong
like a nuclear bomb
when i’m launching it through your abdominal, honest to god!
six minus five is my number
fan base watching you lose, what a bummer
princess vi gettin’ burned by the kid
but at least she’s having one hot girl summer!
uh! you can bet i’m raw
even when i fall, always bounce back, like a tennis ball
it’s v_i
getting his ass kicked when i put my foot through his levi’s
fee fi
i’ma rap giant, you’re just knee_high
someone tell gawd if we box
that i’ll leave him bleeding so bad, he’s gon’ need a f_cking tampon!
d_mn, the ice pack is in the fridge
next to the ranch and the cypher you did
you and the fridge, you got something in common
you’re both going cold when the fourth quarter hits
uh, b_tch, i am the sh_t
wiping my ass with the raps that you did
i murdered you when we was both on the cypher
now murdered again in the form of a diss
oj’s wife, i’ma hit you with the sludge
tell the mother f_cking judge that, “the glove don’t fit”
this the return of the comeback kid
i was down round one, but the 12th round, knockout hits
lookin’ like medusa with the hairline
don’t you dare try f_cking with me, i’m a scary guy
you are like a grounded airline, no air time
911, i’ma crash a boeing 747
into tower 7, bring the whole house down
like new years, start the countdown
only six seconds till the ball drops, and i come out on top
i could do flbbity hibbity all day, but this record’s proving i’m gawd
and let’s talk about this
you say you’re mike tyson, well, sh_t
i guess it makes sense, you both got a gap in your t__th and a lisp
you sound like daffy duck when you spit!
“i’m vi sec’nds, i’m a battle_rappin’ bif”
you too old to be rapping like you got a tooth pulled
novocaine couldn’t numb the pain of what i do, though
claiming that you quick, but you movin’ like a sumo!
why you so salty?
vi seconds lookin’ like a bowl of ramen noodles
that is food for.. thought
think about that line when you taking that loss
rap battle, jump, ball toss
you gon’ catch hands like moss
lookin’ like a deer in the headlights, bambi
someone send a note to his family that he caught this hook like sandy
mother f_cker
you a one_hit_wonder, no hit records
i rap better, you playin’ checkers
i’m playing chess, get the body bag, zip the black leather!
undefeated, like mayweather
and a storm’s coming
so your fans turning fairweather
as i send gawd back home to heaven
f_ck everybody who doubted me
i’m going out with my last round
in that d_mn chamber, and i won’t miss
like i’m oswald while you’re anne frank
in the gas chamber
[outro]
ayo, vi
you can battle, fo’sho’
but i’m out_rapping everybody
and guess what his girlfriends call him?
“six seconds”
heh
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